Please accept this sandwitch as a gesture of solidarity

Pairing: Slight Dean x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I’ve written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.

“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.

Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.

                                2 hours earlier

“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.

“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.

She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.

“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”

“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after…ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”

She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.

“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.

“But he…….”

“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”

I gave her a small smile.

“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”

“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.

“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”

 She looked at her watch.

 “Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.

“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.

Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.

There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

And then I woke up.

Yeah, if only it happened that way.

I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.

“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.

“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.

“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!

Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!

“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”

I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.

“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.

“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.

Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’

I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through. 

“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”

“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly. 

I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.

“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”

“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.

“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.

I stared at him through my eyelashes.

“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”

“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.

“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”

“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.

“Padalecki, Dean”

“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”

I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.

“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.

“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.

“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe…. Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”

I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.

“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.

“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.

Slowly, the light faded.

And there stood Misha Collins-

No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha. 

That means, this must…this must be-

“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.

“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no……Sam.

Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.

“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”

“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”

A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.

Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”

I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.

I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,

“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”

Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.

“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.

“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.

Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.

“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.

                                        Now

“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.

“She was asking.…..”

“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.

“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.

“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this…you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you….just….perfect….And I just wanted to…..I mean….. I came back…I came back because…..”

“Because?”

“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”

“Hold your breath”

Thanks to @castielsgal for giving us permission to use her beautiful art!  All fic links go to our tagged reviews.

A Beginner’s Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight [M, 77,200 word count]

Maybe it’s the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it’s the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it’s his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn’t matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he’s going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn’t started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that’s not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there’s no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom’s old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.

A Soliloquy for Two by inferification [M, 30,500 word count]

In the year 2502AD, Dean Winchester escapes the clutches of the medical research company Revelation Industries and its director, Alastair, with an angel calling itself Castiel stuck in his head. As he flees Alastair, he works on a way to get Castiel a body of his own, preferably the one with huge, black wings that he came from, while battling with himself to regain some semblance of normalcy. He recruits Charlie, his long-time friend, and Benny, the customized AI of his spaceship, a Beta-Class 2Y5-IMPALA, to help him on his mission across space.

Aurora Borealis by unoshot [T, 26,500 word count]

The prompt was, “SPN/The Last Unicorn: Cas as the Unicorn (tho ‘angel’ would actually work in this instance) and Dean as Prince Lir. Sam would make a pretty good Schmendrick imo, but still be Dean’s brother, but left home instead of feeding into the insanity of their deranged father. John could be Haggard, or even the YED could be a stepdad who murdered their parents or something equally as sinister. And now he’s collecting unicorns (or angels, if the author chooses) and Castiel is the last, who Dean falls head over heels for when Cas is turned human.”

Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 43,300 word count]  

The adventures of Dean Winchester and his sin eating boyfriend.

Convenient Husbands by scaramouche [NC-17, 39,000 word count]

“It’s only temporary, right?” Dean says. “Just until you’re healed up, and then we’ll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?”

Fairy Verse by cloudyjenn [M, 15,300 word count]

Castiel is a fairy. Dean is a visiting human prince looking for a political marriage.

The Marshland trilogy by shipperslist [NC-17, 28,800 word count]

This trilogy is the story of Dean the Alpha and Castiel the omega, who also happens to be a will-o’-the-wisp.

Metaphysical Gravity by zoemathemata [NC-17, 79,000 word count]

This is a retelling of the gothic soap opera Dark Shadows. Vampire Castiel Collins is awakened from his tomb by down-on-his-luck author Chuck Shurley. With Chuck’s help [and blood] Castiel sets out to make a life for himself in Collinsport, restoring his old home and hopefully being reunited with the reincarnation of his former lover, Dean Winchester.

Pulling Out The Nails by todisturbtheuniverse [T, 58,200 word count]

Dean Winchester is the last general of a failing Resistance, and Castiel is the djinni sent to assassinate him. Given Castiel’s rebellious history, his master should have known better than to put him within a hundred miles of Dean. Together, they hatch a last desperate plan to end the tyranny of the magicians, and despite their obvious differences, find a peculiar salvation in one another. (The Bartimaeus Sequence AU.)

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count]

Growing up in a small town in Kansas, Dean learned from a young age that there was only one rule that couldn’t be broken, one place he couldn’t go - through the forest, to the long-abandoned Angel’s Hollow. But when Sam disappears, Dean’s left with no choice but to follow his brother’s tracks through the dangers of the wood; little does he know that the most dangerous creature of all lurks not among the trees, but in the Hollow itself. Dean sets Sam free, at the cost of his own liberty - and, bound by magic, resigns himself to living out the rest of his days in the Hollow, at the mercy of the being within. The angel of Angel’s Hollow, however, has a story - is a prisoner, too, as much as Dean is. Only one thing can free them both - but it is impossible. For, after all: who could ever learn to love a beast?

What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne [NC-17, 55,800 word count]

Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past. Dean can’t stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean’s ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel’s house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.

25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (ElspethMcGillicuddy)

Inspired by Jennilah’s adorable artwork of a tiny!cas-filled gumball machine. 

Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they’re trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car. Now he’s got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city.

A Fish Out of Water by MalMuses [NC-17, 65,000 word count]

To tie up the loose ends of a hunt, Dean is forced to go undercover and visit Brock Pleasure Ranch, a horrifying establishment that markets its inhabitants to people with ‘monstrous’ tastes. It should have been a simple thing, to persuade a mer to give him a few scales for a spell. All part of the usual Winchester byline: saving people, hunting things. But Castiel is far less of a ‘thing’ than Dean expected. He might not be human, but he’s definitely a person. And that means he needs saving, too.

Ridin’ the Quarantine Out by goldenraeofsun [NC-17, 8,500 word count]

“Like I said,” Dean says, chuckling, “no one’s ever died from blue balls. So you can’t go out there and break quarantine to bang some rando.” Cas doesn’t find this funny in the slightest. “No human has died,” he clarifies. “What the hell are you talking about?” Dean narrows his eyes. “If you think some weird fact about guinea pigs is gonna sway me, you’ve got another thing coming, buddy. I’m not-” “I’m an incubus,” Cas interrupts. “I will literally die if I don’t feed.”

The Siren and the Sea Monster by Ltleflrt [NC-17, 15,200 word cont]

“The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins

“The Scarlet Ibis” by James Hurst

“Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby” by Donald Barthelme

“Hunger Daughters of Starving Mothers” by Alyssa Wong

“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson

“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe

“Haunted House” by Virginia Woolfe

“The Husband Stitch” by Carmen Maria Machado

“The Resling-Bowe House is Haunted” by Yah Yah Scholfield

Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut.

Symbols and Signs by Vladimir Nabokov.

if i had a nickel for every time i shipped a dark-haired chaotic goth genderfluid snake with a sort of uptight light-haired guy who wears a lot of brown tones, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

Rules: Tag 4 mutuals and ask one question.

Tagged by: didn’t

Mutuals: @catboybatman @baby-blue-bats @nightwings-fingerstripes @quentinthedyke

Answer: Temporary Secretary - Paul McCartney / McCartney II, 1980

My question for you guys: what’s a band you think people wouldn’t expect you to listen to?

So question for the tag thing whatever: what’s the thing that makes your heart feel warmer than the sun and do seven backflips

Okay my turn:

What’s your favourite part of living on earth?

My question:

What’s your favourite season of year and why?

My question: what TV show do you find overrated but is still a good watch?

some mutuals..

My answer: “The Office”, I didn’t like it very much, there’s something about that series that didn’t make me laugh or want to keep watching, but its format is cool, I recommend it because you can like it the opposite of me ;)

My question: what is the first thing you notice about a person?

@j-e-f-3-0

@yerjigsawpuzzleblues

@princessleiaqueen

@prone-to-idiocy

I usually notice a person’s aesthetic first. Whether it be soft and pastely, hard and grungy, or anything in between, I usually notice that. Typically in their stance, fashion, all that fun jazz. It helps me try to see if I would enjoy hanging out with them, or if they have those

~~ rancid ~~

Vibes that I don’t need in my life!

My question: What’s something you wish you could relive?

@rogertaylorswift

@frozenparadise

@zanyandblack

Question for you, @scribbledon-sil, @deez-art, @scribblecate, @thetimelimit, @k-nahriko, @poorlydrawnwarners, @scribblecate, @queerwarnersib, @release-the-bats-creations, @narwitch and @shuunthenonbeliever. Which genre do you prefer listening to the most and why?

A. Hip-Hop

B. R&B

C. Trap

D. House

E. Disco

F. Pop

G. 2-Step/UK Garage

H. Rock

I. New Wave

J. D'n'B/Jungle

K. Grime

L. Drill

and/or

M. Eurodance

@hopes-memes @realretrobabe @stupidhany @thenewfirekitty

@thatabitcryptic @danidarkarts @wimsiecal @ducksoup17

@gremlins-and-hellhounds @moldy-nugs @kryptic-krab @trenchfryyy

tagging: @arts-corner @reblogging-corner @youbrokehislegwithablockofcement @yeetusmaximustheepic @temple-of-the-arachnids

Tagging:@anomalous-heretic @dami-cant-cope @mobilesackofpotatoes @eat-the-door-to-the-v0id

tagging: @mousefangs @qujaruto-qujhe-qujear @dami-cant-cope @insolent-mushroom

I’d probably say something like “arent pigeons just the coolest?”

@styeenza @yodamordecai @dontthreatenmewithagoodtime @that-aro-asshat

@katelfiredemon @youcandalekmyballs @rudeness-sarcasm-and-cytoplasm @thestarmirror

@human-bean-unfortunately @get-me-some-chai-bitch @extremesnaccer @serienty @penn-cil @anyone I accidentally forgot, sorry

@get-me-some-chai-bitch @emztheghost @c-avenged @your-local-trans-b1tch

@emztheghost @emma-elsa-0000 @get-me-some-chai-bitch @deanking @oh-snap-cap

@gwendolynejones-stacy @michellejones-stacy @doctornineandthreequarters @mischiefandmagic6

@lilacsandlilies4 @smallkindofdisaster @shadedrose01 @whoispotatoe-s

i don’t even have to try to annoy people, i just do tho

@mellow-typhoon @my-life-is-an-artistic-mess @hot-sweet-coffee @thecanadianmgoose

question: what food do you least like

A: I hate sea food, all of it, I just don’t wike it

Q: Favorite drink other than water?

My favourite drink is probably homemade sweet tea :)

Question: memes or gifs and would you mind sharing you favourite?

Oof, that’s a hard question but I’d have to say gifs (I have a lot of favs but here’s one I use for ✨that✨ bad day 😂)

Question: Jacket or hoodie?

Hoodddiiiieee

Question: jewelry or no?

Jewellery

Question: Makeup -yes or no?

Makeup is an yes but on special occasions, not on a daily basis.

Question :Tea ir coffee?

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a young, ambitious reporter who throws herself into every report she writes. Getting caught up in the new infamous serial killer in town, she finds herself in situations she shouldn’t be in, putting herself in danger for the perfect story. But luckily, her boyfriend, Sam, is around to keep her safe… and away from the truth.

Rating: 18+ (Dark fic)

Chapter Tags: arousal from murder, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, crime scene photos, smut, p in v, cheating, angst, stranglation, dead body  

Chapter WC: 2127

A/Ns: Without tooting my own horn, I think this is my best work yet. I am SO EXCITED for you to read this! <3 - Send me a message to be tagged. My “Always and Forevers” and my “SPN Forevers” will be tagged automatically <3

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Safe Masterlist // Sam Winchester Masterlist

Sam’s POV

WEDNESDAY 2nd NOVEMBER 2005

Sam shuffled in his seat, tugging on the legs of his jeans. The image on the whiteboard ahead suddenly changed from the image of a body washed up on a riverbank to one laying in long grass. The lecturer was talking again, but Sam couldn’t concentrate. His focus was on the rope marks around the woman’s ankles and wrists where she’d clearly been bound. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and she’d been placed there almost carefully. It was like a piece of art. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the vacant look in hers. The image was suddenly gone, and Sam’s mind returned to the room. He realised everyone around him was packing away their things, including Y/N, who always sat next to him in criminology. It was the only lesson they had together, she was studying English, hoping to become a reporter, and Sam was studying Law, hoping to become a lawyer, so Criminology was the only place their studies really overlapped. Sam got on with Y/N from the moment he met her. She was sweet and funny, and shared his weird fascination for crime and murder. Though Sam wondered just how much they shared where that was concerned, as he felt his pants finally start to loosen around his crotch again.